Chapter 173 Is the Immortal?

Author: West Lake meets the rain

Chapter 173 Is the Immortal?

The next day.

Today, there is no lecture day, Jiang Xinghuo has a long time.

Anyway, he was not hungry in the morning. He woke up naturally until noon.

Otherwise? Do you have to roll in the prison? Which leader does the volume be given?

The commander Ji will not give you a "three good prisoners", "excellent prisoner", why bother.

Jiang Xinghuo always believes that the highest state of life is that he does not engage in labor for labor. This kind of labor must be what he loves, ideal.

If you do n’t or you ca n’t do this kind of love, ideal labor, such as teaching and educating people, such as transforming the world, then let yourself go and let yourself be able to cultivate your spirit.

Anyway, from the perspective of Jiang Xinghuo's personal perspective, he does not think that he must force himself to do something unwilling to do, such as getting up early to torture himself, such as insisting on some meaningless punch cards, so that life will feel that there is something in life.

The meaning of self -discipline.

Thinking further, that is, "the fate of a person, it depends on both personal struggle and the process of history."

Sometimes, the results of personal struggle, before the tide of historical waves or the tide of the era, is just a drowned sand.

"I am clear" hundreds of millions of farmers who are internally curled up. Every day from daily greedy black, fine cultivation, the chickens wake up without waking people, is it not self -disciplined?

Experience.

Just like the self -disciplined person is often just the fastest hamster running in the cage, suffering is not worthy of praise, but if it is eliminated from the physical sense, it is worthy of praise.

Therefore, suffering is often unavoidable for ordinary people, and still find a way to solve the root cause of suffering.

First, there was a period of clear throat, and Jiang Xinghuo started to do stretching.

"The person who wakes up at this time is the star of the future, the talents of Dongliang, the rich five cars in the idiom, are only high -fighting, the person in the saying goes, is the dragon and phoenix in the novel, the three provinces of my day.

The self -discipline is the king of the jungle in nature, the abandonment of all ugly and evil in the world, and all the creators of the beauty and goodness in the world. When you think of someone who is good at the same air as me like me, he can't help but help this for this.

The same excellent people are proud and proud! "

The prison friends next door and the opposite side have long been strange to the weird Mr. Jiang.

After all, according to Jiang Xinghuo's words, it seems that they are better from these earlier?

Just praise everyone.

"Dang Yan ~"

The sound of the bell sounded, and the prisoner who sent the meal and the turn of the lottery came.

Today, it turned out to be the big bucket that the beard was responsible for sending meals. I usually needed two people to lift it. In his hands, he could easily hold it up.

The jailer stood in front of the bell and drank.

"Come! Come!"

Jiang Xinghuo stopped the movement, unveiled the pot pot, and used the water stored in the small barrel. After the simply washing was finished, stood by the prisoner and waited for dining.

Zhu Gaoyu obviously took care of Mr. Jiang, and handed him a box of Jinyiwei.

This time the meal is relatively abundant. In addition to steamed buns, pickles and porridge, there is also a plate of stir -fried cabbage, a plate of sauce tofu, a few slices of bacon and a small dish.

Then, then

Zheng He obviously didn't receive the same treatment as Jiang Xinghuo. The jailer Lao Wang snorted coldly and shook his wrist again and again. After a spoonful of gruel reached the bowl, only a few mouthfuls of yellow soup and clear water were left, which was extremely pitiful.

Zheng He was about to have a seizure, but when he peeked out of the small window of the cell door and glanced sideways at Zhu Gaoxu who appeared next door, in front of his and Jiang Xinghuo's cell, he resisted.

"What are you doing"

Zhu Gaoxu, who was talking to Jiang Xinghuo, was suddenly stunned when he saw Zheng He who was made up into the image of Guan Gong with a red face and a long beard.

Zheng He was afraid that his secret would be exposed. He had not yet got the spherical chart in Jiang Xinghuo's hand, so he quickly nodded to Zhu Gaoxu and explained with a wry smile.

"General, I'm not afraid of your jokes. You also know that I am a kind-hearted person from Shandong. During the Jing Dynasty, the imperial court conscripted me into a corvée. After the Battle of Jinan, the entire Shandong was destroyed, and the Yan army's cavalry went out to destroy Huaibei.

At the supply line to the Dezhou camp, us slaves couldn't complete our mission, so we had no choice but to go to Luocao in the mountains and become bandits."

Only then did Zhu Gaoxu realize that Zheng He had pretended to be a prisoner and approached Jiang Xinghuo. He probably had a way of explaining his origins. Telling him again was equivalent to patching the clothes he had already sewn.

"Hey, you two are still old acquaintances?"

Jiang Xinghuo stopped "sucking, sucking, sucking" and looked at the person next door to him. It was the irritable old man who glared at people last night.

"This man and I are indeed old acquaintances." Zhu Gaoxu said in a teasing tone, pointing to a short scar on his face, "This scar of mine was inflicted by this righteous man on Huaidian."

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Jiang Xinghuo suddenly realized that this was a script for enemies to become extremely jealous when they meet.

Interesting, very interesting.

Zhu Gaoxu, who played the role of "Gao Yu, the cavalry general of the Southern Army", also got into the act, snorted coldly, made an expression of indignation, and said in a deep voice.

"If it weren't for you, the bandits, who couldn't be wiped out, and the decisive battle at Lingbi, how could the army not be supplied with food and grass? How could the Yan thieves win?"

Zheng He, who was also an old actor, looked outside and said loudly: "The imperial court has forced us into desperation. If we don't rebel, are we going to starve to death?"

Zheng He became more and more enthusiastic as he spoke: "Jianwen Huangkou boy, how do you know the sufferings of the people? He was only bewitched by the two treacherous ministers of Qi Tai and Huang Zicheng, and he lost people's hearts from top to bottom. If not, how could King Yan be so invincible all the way? How could he still be invincible?

Isn’t it what people want?”

Zhu Gaoxu rolled his eyes, his father was not here yet, yet he could still be so complimentary.

The two of them continued to argue loudly, but were stopped by a warning from the jailer further away.

Zhu Gaoxu carried the bucket and left the prison area with the jailer Lao Wang.

Next is the lucky time in the morning.

The jailers will draw lots to decide which prisoner will be responsible for cleaning the passageways in the prison today.

"Yichen 13th."

Zheng He was drawn on the first day he reported for duty. According to the official documents of Jinyiwei, his identity was that of a bandit leader who had fallen into a banditry in Huaibei. As a key target of prevention, he was required to perform this job wearing handcuffs and shackles.

Again, there are many prisoners and few prisons in Nanjing, so those who were not eligible to live in imperial prisons before are now being admitted.

There is no strict time limit for cleaning the passages, as long as the cleaning is completed before letting out air at noon.

Therefore, seeing Zheng He's staggering steps, the jailer did not urge him and went back to the big iron gate not far away to rest.

Zheng He cleaned and peeked again and again.

Jiang Xinghuo, who was drinking porridge, seemed to realize something. He also turned his head and looked sideways, but he only saw Zheng He sweeping the floor seriously.

Seeing Jiang Xinghuo turn his head, Zheng He secretly turned his head again, wanting to see the "globe" buried under the straw pile.

However, this time, Jiang Xinghuo quickly turned his head and caught him.

"Why do you always look at me?"

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"Want some plain porridge?"

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"If you want to drink, just tell me. How will I know if you don't tell me."

Jiang Xinghuo moved his buttocks, squeezed to the cell door, stretched out his bowl, and tilted the remaining white porridge.

"That's not what I meant."

Zheng He swallowed his saliva and shook his head.

"I know you eat a lot, you must be hungry since last night." Jiang Xinghuo obviously sympathized with him, "Come on, face is worthless, how many heroes can't be defeated by a penny? A mouthful of porridge in prison is much more valuable than a penny.

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Zheng He was busy running around last night and didn't have time to eat. He has a big appetite. It would be fine if he didn't drink the two mouthfuls of gruel in the morning. He could still endure it. After drinking two mouthfuls of gruel, it would make him appetizing.

When Zheng He saw the white porridge, he suppressed his hunger and waved his hand.

"That's really not what I am. Hiccup!"

His stomach was like a beating drum, and the situation was once embarrassing.

Zheng He waved his hand. Anyway, his face was dark and red, and there was no trace of blushing: "Can you lend me that thing of yours?"

"Which one?" Jiang Xinghuo became alert.

"That." Zheng He was unable to describe it for a moment.

"Which one is that?" Jiang Xinghuo's brows furrowed even more.

"It's a spherical chart, a map." Zheng He finally found the exact description.

"Oh, you mean the globe."

Jiang Xinghuo nodded.
To be continued...